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"Hmm..."

Whitley hummed as his eyes flinched. His body stirred as his eyes slowly opened. Whitley had awoke from his sleep as he yawned while still laid down on his bed.

His half asleep eyes glanced around the room, then on his bed. A hand slowly moving to grab his scroll which was on his bed.

"Hmm...?" Whitley had felt his scroll in the palm of his hand, his fingers not even in grabbing motion.

His brain seemed to have ignored the fact his scroll came into his hand before his hand came to the device.

7:47

His eyes saw the time on his scroll. As his mind finally started to wake up. He thought of sleeping in for a bit more, but decided against it.

He rolled his body to the edge of the bed, then he sat up on the edge as his feet touched the carpet floor of his room.

His feet pushed off the ground—

"...!?"

—Whitley looked down in shock he saw his feet just iches off the ground, hovering above it.

"What in Remnant!?" Whitley exclaimed at the out of nowhere floating of his own body.

His floating didn't last very long as he felt his feet touch the ground again and the natural pull of Remnant's gravity pulling him down.

Whitley blinked at the sudden events as his mind was making sense of it all.

"...Was that my semblance? Did I unconsciously unlocked my aura...?" He would make a mental note to check with the experts about it.

"I'll look into this later..."

—[ S.B.L ]—

Whitley wore his usual clothes, a short-sleeved white dress shirt with a black necktie and a blue vest over it all, navy blue trousers and black dress shoes.

Whitley walked through the halls of the Manor with a sightly relaxed posture. His hands resting in his pants pockets as he walked.

"...Oh, master Whitley, good morning." Woman with brown hair and eyes, in her mid-twenties and wearing a maid outfit. She bowed to Whitley as she greeted him.

Whitley gave a nod to her. "Good morning, is there any prepared breakfast on the table? I'm looking for something to eat right about now."

"No, but I will get right to it. Anything you would like to request?" The maid asked as Whitley thought for a second.

"Hmm...waffles and a cup of tea." Whitley responded to her.

"Very well, master Whitley." The maid nodded as both her and Whitley went to the dining area of the Manor.

—[ S.B.L ]—

Whitley sat on the giant dining table that could fit several guest. He sat on one of the far end of the corner of the table. His eyes glancing around the room as they saw giant windows on one wall while a bunch of pictures on the opposite wall.

"Here you go, master Whitley." The maid set down the plate of waffles on the table and a cup of tea along with it.

Whitley looked at her and nodded to her in thanks. "Thank you. You may leave me be."

The maid nodded as she left him alone in the giant dining room. He sat there alone on the table as he stared at the nice plate of waffles and the cup of tea beside it.

He grabbed a fork and knife, as he ate there, alone in that giant silent room.

—[ S.B.L ]—

Whitley walked through the Manor's halls once again. His eyes looking bored and dull as he walked through the giant Manor.

He walked through the halls near the garden. His eyes looking out towards the greenery of the garden.

Whitley's eyes then caught a figure infront of him. His lips formed into a frown and his eyes looking in distaste.

He gazed at a woman who had similar looks that of his sisters. White hair tied into a pony tail which rested on her shoulder. Blue eyes like his sisters, except these ones showed an unfocused look in them.

"...mother." Whitley thought with some form of resentment towards his mother, Willow Schnee.

Whitley watched as he saw his mother who had a bottle of wine in her hands while she drunkily walked through the garden without a care in the world.

Frowning, Whitley turned away from her and continued on his way through the Manor.

—[ S.B.L ]—

Whitley sat on a table as he looked at a specialized scroll that were designed to scan for aura in the body.

"That can't be right?" Whitley stared at the scroll which showcased his aura levels.

"None...? But...but...That doesn't make sense." His eyes stared at his aura levels which showcased absolutely zero aura. The scroll was detecting no amount of aura was in his body.

"...Did I hallucinate? Again?" He felt a little concerned that he possibly did in fact hallucinate himself floating off the ground back in his room earlier this day.

"...I'm going to need to see a doctor." Whitley said to himself.

He put a hand on his temple as he rubbed it. His mind trying to take itself off his worries.

"...I guess I could check if I want anything I bid on last night to have them somewhere in my room." He said to himself. He didn't have anything to do really.

—[ S.B.L ]—

Whitley stood infront of a door in the middle of an hallway of the Manor. His hand grabbing the handle of the doorknob as he twisted it as the door opened.

"Urgh...!? Why does it stink?" Immediately, his nose was attacked by a horrible stench that was inside the room.

Whitley stared into the pitch black storage room. Contemplating if he should enter or just leave the items he bidded on in there.

Menacing* *Menacing* *Menacing*

Whitley felt an aura as he stared into the dark storage room. The aura he felt inside the room felt unnerving to him, it felt like somthing malicious was inside.

Pushing away the irrational feelings he had of entering the dark storage room. His hands searched for the light switches inside the storage room.

"...Where are those lights?"

Click*

Whitley's eyes winced a bit the lights in the room turned on. Adjusting he looked at his hand that was near the light switch.

"..." Whitley's eyes widened slightly as he stared at his hand that was near the switch. Near it, it was not on the switch.

Whitley felt the hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight.

"I didn't press the switch..." Whitley gained a slightly unnerved look in his eyes, his eyes almost looked paranoid. His mind trying to come up with a logical reasoning for why the lights turned on without his input.

"Aura? Semblance? A curcuit malfunction?" His mind tried coming up with a logical reasoning but it still couldn't find one that fit.

"...hallucinations?" He really didn't want to keep thinking of this, so, avoiding the unnerving situation, he scanned through the room.

He eyes and memory recognized the several items that he bid on. Paintings, ancient weapons, jewelry and other things he doesn't really care about...it wasn't like he was ever gonna use these things anyway, he just wanted to have fun bidding on useless things last night.

His scanned the paintings, finding if any one of them he wanted in his room.

"...What's this?" Whitley's eyes noticed a stain of red on a painting which also connected to the floor.

"Blood?" His mind quickly came to a conclusion. "What caused this...?"

Whitley looked around wearily. Bizzare and unnatural things have already been happening around him lately since the auction.

"Hallucinations...at this point I can't even keep believing in that." Whitley was not superstitious, he's someone who believes in logic.

But even he can't keep concluding the recent repeat of bizzare events to be 'hallucinations'. Ones mind does not simply hallucinate multiple times in a row.

"Someone's semblance? Am I being attacked...? *sigh* no use thinking about it." Whitley sighed as he carely walked around the room, his nose guiding him towards the smell of blood.

"...what died in here?" Whitley had spotted several blood stains on the ground and on some of the stored items in the room...yet despite him easily finding blood stains, he hasn't found a corpse.

His eyes wondered around him, trying to spot anything unusual.

shhrr!*

"—!?" Whitley managed to catch a glance of something small and dark move quickly behind the stored items.

"What was that...?" Carefully, he slowly walked over to check on whatever was in the room with him.

His hand grabbed the painting it hid behind as Whitley moved it away.

"What the heck!?" Whitley's eyes widened as he saw a rat. A dead rat.

"Its...it's just a dead rat?" Whitley noted himsrlf of the oddity of its death.

Skin punctured by several small holes. It's fur disheveled and some fallen off. Its bones visible underneath the skin despite the skin not looking one bit rotten. Fresh blood surrounding it.

"...What killed this thing?" Whitley couldn't help but morbidly thought. The rats death was just as abnormal as the events that he had classified as hallucinations recently.

Shhhrrkk!*

"Huh?!" Whitley turned around to look behind him. His eyes seeing nothing unusual.

Shhhrrrkkk!*

"...?" Whitley looked around alerted and confused. His body felt tense as he didn't know what was in here with him.

Menacing* *Menacing* *Menacing* *Menacing*

There it was again, the aura. The aura that felt malicious and unnerving to be in. His skin shivered as he felt it seemingly directed at him.

...*Shrrk*

This time, the noise that came from an unknown source calmed, less like it was rushing at something.

Plat.*

Whitley felt something drop on his right shoulder. It felt like a drop of water that would fall from a light rain.

Thug!*

But this drop thugged on him. It thugged on him to be pulled up...This alerted Whitley to look up.

His eyes widened at what he saw above him. "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

His eyes saw spiders. So, Many, Spiders. They were all green with yellow markings on their bodies with also yellow eyes staring down at him...they also seem to be the size of tarantulas.

He felt his body instinctively shivered as he saw what could be hundreds of spiders huddled up above him.

gasp!*

Whitley gasped as his eyes widened in alert as he saw those spiders shoot webs at his body. The oddly yellow webbing tugging him upwards towards those green spiders.

"AAAHHH!? Get off me!!!" Whitley screamed in panicked as he struggled to rip off the webs from his body.

But his hands simply phased through those webs like they weren't really there.

"Why can't I touch these things!? Why are my hands phasing through them like they don't exist!?" Whitley thought as he tried to come up with a way out of his situation.

Whitley watched as those tarantula-sized green spiders shot more webbing on his body as they then started to pull him up off the ground.

"Get off! Get off! Get off!" Whitley kept struggling but his mind saw it all seemed useless to do so.

His panicked eyes watched as those spiders started to crawl on the webs attached to him so they could come near him.

"...no. This can't be happening." Whitley's eyes dilated as they helplessly stared at the spiders as the first one had reached his body.

Then another.

Then another.

Then another.

They kept crawling onto him as they all prepared their fangs to sink into his aulaless body, to sink right through his flesh, to kill him like the rat below him.

Then, Whitley's life flashed before his eyes.

From the youngest foggiest memory he can remember to everything till this day.

The lonely birthdays that he had.

The constant neglect by his drunk of a mother.

Being avoided by his older sisters.

Being hated and scorned by his sisters either behind his back or some of it shown right in his face.

Growing up in a life that doesn't seem to show any sign of getting better.

"...Grr!" He gritted his teeth, his eyes started to water as he reflected on the very life he lived in. His fist clenched as he saw no positives in his lif—

—[ S.B.L ]—

A young Whitley sat in the lap of his father's lap as they both looked up into the night sky that was decorated by the cosmos.

Shootings stars and comets. They shot through the night sky like a rain of stars.

A starfall.

Whitley smiled in awe like child he was as he pointed above.

"Dad! Dad! Look! It's so pretty!"

"...yes, it is, Whitley." Whitley turned to look at his father to see a smile on his lips, it was a smile that radiated a form of happiness for the moment.

—[ S.B.L ]—

—Whitley's body froze. His mind recalling the very memory of him and his father gazing up into Remnant's night sky as they both watched the shower of stars above them.

"Huh...I guess there was something good in my life once after all." Whitley muttered as he stared the spiders no longer in fear.

Now his eyes showed defiance, yet his body seemed to have resigned itself to its fate.

His eyes closed, awaiting for the first bite towards his death.

...

...

...

SSSKRREEEEE!!!!*

Whitley's eyes shot wide open as his ears heard the spiders screech out of nowhere. His eyes saw the webs attached to him had been cut and the spiders on him where all floating, defying the laws of gravity.

"What just happened...?" Whitley looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what happened to the spiders that were about to kill him.

Then, he saw it. His right arm, above his right arm was another arm.

The other arm was covered by tight glove that showed the cosmos on it, this glove reached just pass the elbow joint and ended there as then he saw icy blue ethereal skin.

SKKKRRRRRR!!!*

Whitley watched as all the green spiders hissed at him in weariness and seeminly rage.

Whitley stared above him while his body floated mid-air, defying gravity once again and like the spiders around him.

His blue eyes stared on the ceiling as they gazed on a spider, not the giant green tarantulas, but a smaller spider that was bigger than an ant but smaller than a rat.

Hiss!*

This spider was had black fur and its black eyes stared at him as it hissed at him. Yellow ethereal aura surrounding it.

Both Schnee and Spider stared down each other as neither have face this kind of situation.

This was quite a bizzare situation.

》—To Be Continued—》

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You thought it was going to be a rat, but it was me! A spider!

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So, chapter three, and we finally put our toes into the bizzare.

Next time, Whitley's gonna have to get over arachnophobia

Hope you enjoyed.